vida social.Los artistas siempre han (¿hemos?) sido unos incomprendidos. Los filósofos y los artistas. Pero últimamente cuando se habla de alguien que tiene aptitudes artísticas, saca buenas notas o simplemente tiene más formas de pasar el tiempo que los porros y las discotecas, la gente pone caras. Y siempre hay algún simpático que suelta la frase.vida social.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"¿¡Ése? Ése no tiene vida social".
Su puta madre.
Que sí, que socializarse es importante, que forma una parte fundamental del desarrollo psicológico y emocional de una persona. Sé cuáles son las tres funciones vitales de los seres vivos, gracias. Pero, ¿cuántos de esos superguays con "vida social" se las saben? Y no vale mirarlas en Google.
Que me dan ganas de decirles: pero vamos a ver, compañero, ¿tú no te das cuenta de que mientras tu superamiga del alma (alias geme, sister, morena, rubia, golfi, chocho y demás subtipos de estos per
oral presentationtwo hands clapping, back they walkoral presentation11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
epitaphs inscribed with chalk
shuffle notecards, cough and squeak
learn to think well on your feet
hold your poster, take the stand
papers slip in sweaty hands
mumble quickly, blink and sigh
"please, no questions. no, i'll cry."
one hand clapping, it's over, then
you have to do it all again
MooglesMoogleMoogles8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My little luvable plushie
Oh! It's sooooooooo cute!
Oooo i just want to hug it forever
Gorgeous little thing
Lovable,huggable bundle of joy
Even the most evil aperson will love them!
BoingBoing8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
across the meadow
every step erupts
finding the bottomYou can't look in your own eyes. You wake up at night and wonder why not, and then come to a decision - you wouldn't be able to bear the sight of all the emptiness inside.finding the bottom6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
(But that's okay, because no one else can either.)
You try to drown out your emotions with music. You put on your headphones and try to forget about everything. It never works, so you give up and sing to someone else's song.
(but the words are all wrong)
You buy all the dead roses and place them into a broken vase, so you can feel more at home.
(You're tired of feeling like the only rotting and broken thing.)
You're the one whos love letters are folded and placed under an uneven table leg to keep him steady with his numbers.
(But the only thing you ever notice are his beautiful pale eyes.)
You hate all the romance movies. You prefer ones like Saw. You were never scared of the violence and gore.
(The reason why is because you secretly find them easier to believe.)
You've stated a million times you
But you PROMISED.You always carried yourself in a ghostly manner, and your eyes consisted of sickly opal and broken glass. We lay in the grass watching moons kill each other, stars singing along to the serial killer's lullaby. It was the middle of summer, but your eyes seemed freezing. You placed you cold body over mine, and whispered: You are my drug, and I'm too addicted to let go.But you PROMISED.6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
(Though it seemed I was more like a dietary product.)
For my birthday, you made a little plush heart, shredded it into a million lovely little pieces, stitched it back together using your lousy crafting skills, and put a "do not disturb" sign on it. You placed it into a glass jar, and softly murmured: You'll be fine, I'll be with you. You promised, you PROMISED.
(The next day, the jar was shattered beneath you feet. Somehow, the heart wasn't there anymore, and I felt something inside trying to break my ribs.)
You've always hated flying. You'd rip off everyone's wings, always. I wondered where m
Once upon a lifetime,The first day we spent together,Once upon a lifetime,6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you told me that your heart
thinks it's winter, and stays cold
all year round. We touched hearts,
and even though i didn't intend
on it, mine froze to yours, forever.
For Christmas, you gave me a glass
jar with a purple ribbon tied to it,
labeled "tears" with your
perfect handwriting. You said,
"When you fill it out, come see
me. We'll share all the good memories
while you drink them, so it'll be like
you never cried."
It was almost fall, and we walked
around the streets of nostalgia.
As beautiful as ever, a star fell to
your feet. Drops of salty liquid
traced down your cheeks, "I
brought it down.." But
really, the star just didn't think it
deserved to shine above something
You flipped me on my back against
the shaggy surface of your old rug.
You ran your palms down my waist,
sending chills all the way to my toes.
"I think you convinced my heart
Your heart never seemed so warm be
Serendipityone night, I had nothing productive to do.Serendipity6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i decided to go through boxes
in the attic in search for forgotten
memories (that are in fact not
really memories anymore, until
we are reminded of them again.)--
images of smiling lips,
words coming from lips and also
from eyes (those didn't smile),
voices without words or smiling
lips, but with enough emotion
to be intelligible--
i found a key.
(it was a simple key,
the colour of metal,
--no "made in..."--
no decorations, but that didn't
matter. I wanted to know
what doors it could open.)
or a key found me.
i tried door after door after door after door after door--
The TravelerThe TravelerThe Traveler5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One moment is all it takes.
It is all you need to know the truth.
To know the honest bliss of a smile
A kiss, a touch.
To share a lifetime, a wedding
A child, the wonder of it all.
How much joy you find in this life
And all its moments
Is in what you choose
When you know
That is can all be gone
In an instant.
To fade, to travel, to struggle
Knowing you are meant to leave.
To know you can not stay
No matter what your heart needs.
Forward and back,
Time in your hands,
But not in your control.
Love is your constant.
It is your guide, your true north.
The hand you hold is your light
In the darkest of nights.
It is the tide that will always
Bring you back home.
The scene shifts, changes.
You fade, you cry,
You are gone again
Until love calls you back
And through the dark
You take that hand once more
And find your way
Monologue"I could tell you that I do this because I'm insane, because God is in my head, because I go about my business with a thousand avenging angels conducting a symphony of holy amorality, directing my every move. Because organized crime killed my father, raped my mother, and tortured my sister, and that they had all this coming to them. That I do this because I like it; because I like to kill, and that I'm no more alive than when I stand there looking down on them, willing the light to go out of their life, staring down at their eyes so that I can watch--so that I can feel them die. Because I revel in it. Because I'm lost. Because I wasn't breast-fed or because society wouldn't have me or that I was abused, scorned and hated. That life was cruel and God disowned me.Monologue9 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
That I never watched a violent movie in my life and that my parents protected me and nurtured me too much, and when I saw
Bambi's mom get murdered in cold blood, it unhinged my mind. That Disney walked away with my soul and tha
theme eleven - memoryi.theme eleven - memory6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are the sum of seven hundred and
forty-seven under-the-skin scars
one for every day i have known you
plus extras on your fantastic days
you snack on midnight feasts of all
the details i wanted to keep; im
losing the pattern of freckles on your
back and the rhythm of your tongue
i am still tied to you by the way your
baby-powder scent haunts me; if i
sit on my hands long enough they almost feel
like yours when dragged across my face
thinking of you makes my joints creak
and sing out all the prettiest syllables
i close my eyes and wonder if you would
smile if you heard their rusty music
you feel like a collaboration of everything
i never wanted to let loose from my grasp
you jumped through the curtain without a
farewell and left only your shadow behind
A Dream...Once again I'm wandering in a dreamA Dream...6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And all I can see is not what it seems
The trees and the oceans sing in harmony
My heart beats with a smile in this fantasy
I never want the dream to end
Who said it ever had to
I will hold on to it forever
So I may share my dream with you
The crying child stricken with fear
Dreamed himself standing by a deer
The animal protected him all night
Until the dawn of morning light
Who can turn to the crying child
And tell him the comfort he feels
And the friend he made in dreams so wild
Were never there, never true, never real
I never want the dream to end
Who said it ever had to
I will hold on to it forever
So I may share my dream with you
As corruption takes us by the throat
And faith slowly becomes just a thought
Hope burns brighter than it seems
In the power of an infant's childish dream
Would you kneel before all the young
Holding the imagination of the infant
And kill the magic of childish dreaming
Killing the heart of the innocent
theme ten - breathetheme ten - breathe6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my windpipe collapsed last night
because i fastened a belt around
my neck so i would stop shouting
the worst truths and secrets about you
i was tired of tasting you every
time i would open my mouth
for oxygen; i stuck a rusty needle
through my lip so all i taste is metallic
i dared myself to breathe acids
through my nostrils; i smiled when
they tore through my nasal cavity
and pulled apart my bronchial tubes
when i pull my blanket over my
head at night i pretend it is to protect
me from the monsters; i always jolt
awake before i suffocate in dreams
i stopped smoking cigarettes because
you wanted my lungs to be healthy
the ironic thing is that whenever i breathe
you are in the air and i want to stop
A true FriendA friend is someone who understands andA true Friend8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
someone you can trust.
They will listen to you both night and day without ever making a fuss.
A friend will stand by your side when you are right and sometimes when you are wrong.
They will hold you up when you are weak and provide support to make you strong.
A friend's love is unconditional and unique in every way.
And when you have problems a true friend will kneel with you and pray.
A friend will stand by your side through thick and thin.
And whenever everyone have deserted you they still will be your friend.
A friend once said to me that a friend is sent from God above and I believe this to be true.
Because God has sent a friend to me and that friend to me is YOU.
of storms and skysee my hair dance wild as wind-strings jerk it about//hear the ocean-wind heave itself against us all- crashing into our eyes and mouth//feel the winter-wind brush our skins in summer//then inhale the heaviness of air and sink through the dirt- because darling, you dont deserve gods beautiful violence.of storms and sky6 years ago in Other More Like This
(it drags the tree by its leaves saying kiss your trunk, kiss it and it does; releasing with a snap. the other trees flitter-flutter violently, crying within the cacophony of rain on concrete. white stars fall where light exists, and only sound where it disappears. the sky -the colour of sunburnt skin- watches it all with hunger. and then a moment we are swallowed. gumtrees, rain, earth; we are all night sky now. but our eyes open and the rain is no more, dew on grass. and the wind is no more, only breath.)
A Walk In The Park -Klaus-A Walk In The ParkA Walk In The Park -Klaus-5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Eigentlich dachte ich ja immer, dass Probleme einfach verschwinden, wenn man sie ignoriert. Klingt ja auch logisch, was nicht da ist, was man nicht sieht, existiert auch nicht. Und vielleicht würden die Probleme auch einfach das Interesse verlieren und weiterziehen und sich neue Opfer oder Opfers Opfer suchen, um sie zu quälen, heimzusuchen oder wieder ignoriert zu werden. Das dachte ich jedenfalls, bis ich eines Tages meine Tür öffnete und über ein Lager an Problemen stolperte. Sie campierten in Zelten vor meiner Tür, schliefen in Hängematten und grillten kleine Störfaktoren (die schon immer von den größeren Problemen zerrupft und benachteiligt wurden, wie das eben die Größeren mit den Kleineren tun). In diesem Moment wurde mir wahrscheinlich klar, dass Probleme nicht einfach weiterziehen und sich neue Empfänger suchen. Vielmehr sind sie zäh und langlebig, nutzen jede Steuerlücke und leben de
lost and foundI seem to have a problemlost and found8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think ive lost my heart
I can not find it anywhere
It's like Im searching in the dark
I'm beginning to worry
Not knowing what to do
Then i remember
My heart Belongs to you
He stood there, stunned...The door had no push/pull sign.He stood there, stunned...8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Rain, RainPain, pain, go away;Rain, Rain8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Send me now the rain.
Cleanse me of my afterthought,
Clear my conscience once again.
Tears, tears, flow freely,
Leave my lonely soul.
I'm tired of holding back,
With feelings running low.
Rain, rain, come again.
Don't try not to stay.
Screw every other song,
This, indeed, is your day.
paralyzedparalyzed10 years ago in Typographical More Like This
life breathed into my head
flashed through my skin
drained through the sieve of my sternum
nothing to hold the weight
knotted and depraved
deflated rubber hanging on the metal pins of my ribs
pulled taught beneath a sallow hide
I want to hide
want to shout
shout at him
shout him right out
I want to laugh
I want to take every lovely part of you
and bind you inside my skin.
lips part without sound
only the deep intoxication of silence slides past my teeth
I can almost taste you
despite all circumstance
heat drawn in a single breath
humming drumming into white flesh
the days melt off me and fold beneath my fingernails
disavowing the downward-spiraling neuroses that plague
in this instance
paralleled by the agony of miles and perpetual longing
disregard for all desperation
in this instance
it is not about me
nor is it about you
somehow I have managed to surpass
December Waters poemDecember Waters poem6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cutting through a thickening fog
a dreary day of yesteryear
I squelched across the shallow bog
in hopes for guidelights to appear
A light I saw, not from a lantern
Ghostly shadows played across
the smokey whispers floating like phantoms
from under the mulshy water's moss
And from the under, sleething forward,
a nebulous shape with empty eyes
Cold fish fingers pulling my breath toward
itself, turning me to stone inside
something's rising, something's sinking
pale darkness, neverblinking
The heart crafters.You'd told me how beautiful i look, crackling your pretty bones against mine. You'd have those tiny speckles of sunlight dancing through your eyes. You'd been counting each crimson line carefully traced across my wrist, and I watched how each ray that had appeared in your eyes had found a way not to touch your forever-cold soul. I'm still amazed by what technology can do these days.The heart crafters.6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We'd been pretending to listen to the nostalgic music coming from your mother's old stereo, but really just watching the stars waltz around the night sky; I'd counted each one of them. But I'd never found the one that belonged to you. Maybe you didn't have one, maybe it ran away. I'd wondered if they lied when they said that stars are hearts, they burn down with sinking hearts. Yours had fallen a while ago, then.
Sometimes, I'd wonder if they'd sew you a new heart. But your philosophy had been like one of an alcoholic. They don't give those new ones, because they'll go into decay all over again.